I write you real letters all the time that I actually do send. The thing is though, I never tell you how I really feel. I guess I feel like, what will it matter anyway? Ten years from now I could have a whole different life with someone else. What bothers me though, is will I ever feel about anyone the way I feel about you? Or will my love for you transcend through the years and will I be right here waiting when you finally come home? Will I be a different person? Will you be able to love the older version of me? Will I be able to love you the same after everything or will your presence in my life seem like a nuisance? I couldn’t imagine that now but I assume it could happen. Will I be able to hold on all these years and hope that everything works out for the best? I love you, and it seems like I always have, but there’s someone who loves me. Right here, right now. I’m not so sure I can wait. Ten years may just be longer than I bargained for.